A damp squib

Sniffing this morning. I did a little writing, then went for a walk at lunchtime, to try to perk up. By the afternoon I was feel too meh sore throaty and lifeless to go to the Boot tonight to celebrate my own birthday. A bit of a drag, and also poorly timed as we are zooming off to Greece on Monday. However, was sent a recording by Chris of them singing happy birthday to me from the pub. 

Some old scribbles and daubs on a wee instagram account here, as a sort of tidying up impulse.  

I spoke to Mum this morning and called up the fire people to get a rough delivery date for her, which should be the week Lorraine and I get back. Sent Robert Hamberger the money for his book, and got a lovely note back from him. Also a meditative text from Brian. My new wallet arrived, which is a thing of beauty, and most importantly, green. Judging by the fact I have lost two train tickets on my last two journeys I certainly need it. Also texted the sweeps who cleaned Mum's chimney yesterday thanking them for their kindness and efficiency.

In the afternoon, I lurked on the sofa, and sat with Pat while Lorraine, Maureen and Beth went shopping. Pat quite disoriented today, and worrying about not having his key, and said that he could knock for his auntie who lives across the street if he couldn't find it. But we also chatted a bit, while watching Repair Shop on the street, about his time as an electrician and the kinds of jobs he had to do. 

Stephanie across the road brought across some rock cakes, as she heard about Brian, and she had fed him when we were in February. Very kind of her. 

A glimpse of the outside world on my short walk. Nothing much to see here. Just liked the muted colours.